But yet it seemed that during that time her mind had not been altogether vacant, for when she awoke to self-consciousness, she knew at least that her lover was dead.

She had been taken into Ennistimon and there, under the priest's care, had been tended with infinite solicitude; but almost with a hope on his part that nature might give way and that she might die.

Overwhelmed as she was with sorrows past and to come would it not be better for her that she should go hence and be no more seen?
But as Death cannot be barred from the door when he knocks at it, so neither can he be made to come as a guest when summoned.

She still lived, though life had so little to offer to her.
But Mrs.O'Hara never saw her child again.

With passionate entreaties she begged of the police that her girl might be brought to her, that she might be allowed if it were only to see her face or to touch her hand.
Her entreaties to the priest, who was constant in his attendance upon her in the prison to which she was removed from his house, were piteous,--almost heartbreaking.